Walking around the nature's greenery
as sun rays filters through rising canopies
showers divine blessings on her.
She sits on the mother earth's lap
enjoying her cordial music
humming and matching the tunes
of the nightingale.
The swift flowing river water
garnish the monotonous song,
with more melodies.
She sails her paper boats
carrying her unfulfilled desires,
unlading some parts of herself
to lighten her heavenly solitude.
As she moves forward in her path
emptiness her soulmate but
the journey continues with more thrones.
She picks up variant flowers,
wilted blooming red or fade
to cover up all her scars.
Camping with her past self along the bonfire
under the magical northern lights,
she burns all her shackles and mistakes.
Old memories too vaporized with the
crimson burning blaze.
In the solitary night
with the ink of those burnt ashes,
she pens her story with moonlight torch
in the soothing silent spring darkness.
The lonely magnificent snow laden peaks
recharge her with eternal energy,
she the newly elected being
becomes the sole queen of her solitude
with nature and her mother earth's children,
flourishing together as her loyal subjects.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem